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Volume V, Issue II
..:: POETRY ::..
..:: PROSE ::..
..:: OTHER ::..
Volume IV, Issue II
..:: ARCHIVES ::..
Volume I, Issue I
Volume I, Issue II
Volume II, Issue I
Volume II, Issue II
Volume III, Issue I
Volume III, Issue II
Volume IV, Issue I
Volume V, Issue I
Ancient Amputations Antique Amps
was four weeks without an arm before you noticed:
The stump would have been still weeping
these are the doll
& this is doll:
Does recovery exist?
The roses need pomade & powder
Their cheek rouge
A stalling storm front glosses like
high gloss the last part of morning.
A cost-recovery report is a valid reason to delay a love note
I do not burn my candle at both ends
The doll in the bathroom is fine without her right
arm the cleavage clean
To go with ancient maps
Enduring with more patina
Which nearly makes a music
yes it sings
While the stalled storm front picks up moves on
One doll looks round the nursery, restless' Let's play
"No not safe," mama Doll cries from the staircase
She lands tongues stuck out.
"Act!" there is a huge eyeball staring in the
nobody ever died of boredom it says
but chylde flops on her bed again thinking Maman I dare
not ask you the question:
where does Brazil leave off, cobalt horses churn? Jade
green water begin?